Kia ora, my name is Polly Hamilton and I teach in the Bay of Plenty, New Zealand.
I am an English teacher and a dean of pastoral care.
My Flipping Classroom has two main purposes: it is a place for me to reflect on my development as a professional, and a place for me to share my ideas, struggles and successes with the wider world.
Actually, I forgot the most important porpoise. I'm an English teacher, this blog is going to be absolutely riddled with puns.

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Friday, 13 February 2015

Creative writing starters 8

He knew that they were wrong due to the unmistakable scent of smoke fuming from the peak of the island: that slightly sweet, slightly woody smell of warmth and dryness that only comes from a human burning wood that has been stored over the seasons.
Peter questioned whether he should continue to propel his small tinny forward, or whether he should abandon this mission. He loosened his grip on the throttle to slow the vessel and turned away from the island, back towards the navy's intimidating frigate. Even though the distance between himself and the ship was significant, at least half a mile, he could feel the eyes of his superiors burning through their binoculars, questioning his every move, his every decision.